Just the other day, my 3 year old turned to me and beamed, “mama,” he said, “I just love my home.” (I know, by the time he’s 13, he’ll be complaining that it’s too small, totally uncool, and why does he have to share a bedroom with his brother again?) But, he’s content now, just as I am.
I share his love of this place. It’s not fancy or opulent or huge–so far from it. But our 1940s home in Seattle, that someone had the keen eye to do a second-story addition on years later (we’ve since remodeled it, too), is truly my favorite place on earth. Cliche? Maybe, but it’s the truth. I used to love to travel (still do, to some degree, though the worldwide bedbug epidemic isn’t making me want to pack my bags just yet–you?). But now, when I find myself with a week off from my work for Glamour (like this very week), I’d much rather take a staycation and enjoy it in my own house–staying up watching movies with my hubby, making big luxurious dinners, working on a new fiction project (which I’ve been doing this week–more on that soon!) and playing with my kids.
What do I love most about these old walls? Here’s a short list:
*The kitchen: Sure, it’s drafty and the windows are single-paned, but it’s bright and light and cheerful, and last year I splurged on a Viking range that probably wasn’t worth the $$, but oh well, it makes me smile.
*The office: I’ve always wanted an office–an entire room–to my own. And when we bought this house five years ago, the dream was fulfilled. (Well, we had to convert the laundry room first, but still!) It’s right next to the kids’ playroom, so I love that I can work (sort of) while the kids play or watch Sesame Street in the morning.
*The garden: Currently, it’s a bit weedy. (Hey, I’m nearing my third trimester!) But if you want a bunch of dahlias or a clump of sage, chives, lavender, oregano (or any other number of herbs), come on by. There’s bounty and beauty out there in that little patch of earth, and I love that it’s mine.
Are you a homebody too? What do you love most about your casa?